CHAPTER 4
At two o'clock that afternoon, Joshua sent me a text message that revealed just how confident—and completely blind—he really was.
"Hey, hope your day at the hospital is going smoothly. Are we still meeting at the courthouse at 4 PM to finalize the agreement? Let's get this done so we can both move on."
I stared at the message while sitting in Daniel's office, holding a cup of untouched coffee.
He was sitting in his executive office at the investment firm, wearing one of his custom Italian suits, probably checking his watch and planning his victory dinner with Cheyenne Lawson.
"How do you want to play this, Gretchen?" Daniel asked, watching me closely. "We can file an emergency motion right now, freeze every single account, and stop the divorce hearing."
"No," I answered immediately, looking up with absolute determination. "If we freeze the accounts now, his corporate lawyers will find a way to stall and cover his tracks with shell companies."
"What are you thinking?" Daniel asked, a look of intrigue crossing his face.
"I want him to walk into that courthouse believing he won," I said, my voice steady and unwavering. "I want him to sit in front of the judge, present that forged document under oath, and commit perjury on the record."
Daniel let out a quiet, appreciative laugh, nodding slowly as he tapped his pen on his notepad.
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"That's cold, Gretchen," Daniel noted. "If he submits that forged document under oath in open court, he locks himself into a federal crime with zero chance of a plea bargain."
"He spent eighteen months making a fool out of me," I said quietly. "He can spend the next five minutes making a fool out of himself in front of a judge."
